Foodie Xia Zhongan meets chef He Jin. The sixteen-year-old diner is cunning and cunning, while the seventeen-year-old chef is dull and sincere. He Jin left the Xia family when it was at its peak and returned when the Xia family was in decline. There was no delicacies from the mountains and seas, so he cooked him farm food. He knew that he was a burden to him now, but he never wanted to leave him. He was picky as always, but he knew in his heart that this was his happiest time.
Years passed by, and Xiahe Building was opened on the former site of Chunjiang Building. He is the shopkeeper, wearing a brand-new black satin mandarin jacket; he is the chef, wearing a white apron. They cut the ribbon together and smiled at each other. They remembered the afternoon when they first met.
Xia Zhongan was sitting under the grape trellis in the courtyard. He placed the eight-treasure gourd duck in front of him.
After a delicious meal, he wiped his lips with a handkerchief.
Okay, let's eat. He said.
He raised his head and looked at him, what?
Have a meal.
Didn't you just eat it?
What did you eat just now?
Duck. He said.
No more ducks now.
What to eat?
The young man licked his lips gently, looked at him and smiled.
He felt a numbness in his back and turned to leave, but the boy shouted to the boy outside the courtyard to close the door and take a nap!
The white sun and the whirling grape vines. The shadows of grape leaves trembled on the ground. Beads of sweat, drop by drop, fell on the shadow.
Did the old eunuch ask you to sing? He asked.
He nodded.
Did you sing?
Sung.
You're done.
Didn't you also let me sing?
Little did he know that this statement completely pissed him off. He came over, stared up at him, put his right hand on his neck, and said word by word, I still want you to XXX.
His face suddenly turned red, reaching the roots of his hair.
The intention: to restore the scene of the Republic of China, promote food culture, carry forward traditional skills, and show simple friendship.